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The sky was raining lightly, and Kang Dalong hid in Yan Jun's temple, which was a young temple blessing.

"Dasong! Big Song! ”

Kang Dalong was lying outside the hall, calling the name of Miao Zhu, Miao Zhu was called Gu Dasong, and Kang Dalong was the same age, they were both less than 20 years old, young boys.

"Dalong? Don't you go to work? ”

Gu Dasong found that his friend was coming and asked in a low voice.

"Not going! Let's go, go to the birds! Kang Dalong lifted the tarpaulin, and inside was a new shotgun.

Gu Dasong's eyes lit up, and he was a little moved, but he was embarrassed: "Not today, Master is receiving guests inside, let me guard this." ”

"Guests? Do you have guests in a ghost temple like yours? ”

Kang Dalong couldn't figure it out.

Gu Dasong looked at him angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, my master heard it, be careful of being beaten." ”

"What are you afraid of! There must be someone who asks your master to open the coffin, let's go listen to it! ”

"Isn't that okay?" Gu Dasong was embarrassed.

"What's wrong, let's go!"

Kang Dalong glared at him angrily, touched himself under the window of the wing, pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, and Gu Dasong also followed.

Gu Dasong's master is not only the old temple master of Yanjun Temple, but also the old coffin craftsman of Han Coffin Village, and the current coffin master is the most powerful of his master!

The voice in the wing, in addition to Gu Dasong's master, there was also an old man, the two of them broke the window and found that the old man, 60 or 70 years old, was in good spirits, and his speech made people feel like a spring breeze, and he was very kind.

"Yun Zun, deign to come to my little temple, and I am flattered below." Gu Dasong's master, Lao Miaozhu oweed his body in a restrained manner.

The old man returned the salute, equally respectful: "Don't dare, the heir of the coffin maker is too polite." Both belong to the Tao of life and death, and you and I should be equal. ”

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the old temple said politely: "I don't know if Yun Zun is condescending to stay in the small temple, what are you doing?" ”

The kind old man frowned and nodded: "There is indeed something." ”

The kind old man said in a low voice: "I have something to go to Sangyu City, and I want to borrow you to use it for a life cone." ”

The old temple was stunned, pondered for a moment, and smiled apologetically: "Probably not, each generation of chisel life cone will be buried in the coffin craftsman's mound with the previous generation of coffin craftsmen, who can get it, it is the true inheritance of the coffin craftsman, this magic weapon, only hit the coffin, not the ghost." ”

The kind old man made a condition: "I can allow one of your disciples to practice with me." ”

Lao Miaozhu shook his head: "Yunzun carries love, my disciple is actually a country craftsman, without that blessing, he can't climb high." ”

The old temple was resolute, and the kind old man sighed regretfully: "Since this is the case, then take care." ”

The kind old man left, and the old temple did not send it.

After a long time, Gu Dasong and Kang Dalong came to the wing.

"Master, who is that?" Gu Dasong asked curiously.

Lao Miaozhu came back to his senses and sighed: "A hard-working man." ”

"Miserable?" Gu Dasong was puzzled, that person's clothes and bearing were obviously like a big man from the city, if he was a hard-working person, what was he?

Lao Miaozhu looked at Kang Dalong and suddenly said, "Dalong, you don't go to work again!" A coffin maker, shooting birds every day, how can you marry a daughter-in-law when you grow up! ”

Lao Miaozhu obviously had an unusual relationship with Kang Dalong, and when he came back to his senses, he scolded bitterly.

Kang Dalong was speechless for a while, and was talking about that hard-working man, why did he pull himself again?

He rolled his eyes: "I make money from birds than I do at work, besides, the coffin maker coffin maker, how unlucky, I don't want to be a coffin maker!" ”

"Nonsense, this is the craft of our village! If you don't learn the craft, you will drink the northwest wind in the future? ”

"The country has implemented cremation, no matter how bad it is, it is a wooden coffin for burial, who is now buried and wrapped in a sarcophagus?"

Lao Miaozhu was angry: "Your father died early, your uncle has no children, and he raised you as his own son, look at you now is this virtue?" Craftsmanship can't be lost! I have been friends with your uncle since I was a child, and in the future, you and Dasong will follow me to learn the craft! ”

"Don't! I don't learn ......"

Lao Miaozhu had a lot of strength, carrying Kang Dalong and Gu Dasong, and throwing them in the house like chickens: "If you don't learn, you can't help it!" ”

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In a flash, nearly 50 years have passed, and Old Man Kang has a lot of strength, and he really wants to catch Qin Kun back like a chicken, or take back the chisel cone, but he didn't expect that Qin Kun's hand strength is even greater.

"I said Uncle Kang...... You're okay, let me go. ”

Qin Kun cut Old Man Kang's hand, and Old Man Kang shouted: "Hou Sheng, let go of Lao Tzu!" What do you want? ”

"Uncle, I found this thing, how to use it is my business, do you want to take it back and daydream? Don't mess around......"

Qin Kun didn't expect that the thirty-six volumes of the Heavenly Book of 'Coffin' were in the hands of Old Man Kang! I didn't expect him to be a person on the road of life and death.

However, the 'coffin' scroll belongs to the next twenty-one volumes, and the power is not strong, Qin Kun has the 'array' scroll, so he is not interested in learning another craft.

In the end, Old Man Kang struggled to no avail, and still chose to give up.

At night, at the entrance of Hanqi Village, Qin Kun and his party were carrying backpacks, and Old Man Kang and a group of black geese stood on the side of the road to see Qin Kun and them off.

"Back then, the true legend of the coffin maker was originally inherited by me or the old man of the temple, but neither of us found the chisel cone, and the matter of the true inheritance was shelved. You really don't think about it? ”

On the side of the road, Old Man Kang was holding a cigarette handed by Qin Kun, a little embarrassed.

In fact, after Gu Miaozhu's master died, the two of them entered the coffin maker's mound more than once, but no one found the chisel cone. So the coffin craftsman inheritance was basically broken, this time, Qin Kun surprised them, but he was unwilling to learn the 'coffin' scroll, which made Old Man Kang very hurt.

"Don't worry, if I find a suitable successor, I will introduce you to it. There may not be a few people interested in the craftsmanship of the coffin maker, but there are still people who like the craftsmanship of stone carving, old man Kang, sometimes you can change your thinking, the times are different. ”

Old man Kang was angry, when was it Qin Kun's turn to educate himself.

In the distance, the midnight hearse drove slowly.

Old man Kang was also the first time to see this kind of hearse, he was dumbfounded, and saw the midnight hearse carrying a few people away, and Qin Kun waved goodbye to him at the window.

Old man Kang was sure that there was a car of ghosts in the car, and he was shocked in his heart, when will the ghosts also drive and ride in the car? ?

It seems like...... Times are really different.

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This car is no longer the one that departed from Linjiang City, it may be a hearse near Goose County, it is still a gas bag, black curtains, Qin Kun paid the money to buy the road, and in the car, he met someone for the first time...... Oh no, the ghost is overwhelmed.

A group of ghosts, sitting in the bus like corpses, with their hands on their knees, their eyes looking straight ahead, silent, including the hearse, sometimes bumpy, these ghosts will shake back and forth like aquatic plants.

Qin Kun frowned, the expressions of these ghosts didn't look very friendly, they looked at them greedily, and the sound of a carload of people swallowing saliva silently made people a little creepy.

"Director Qin...... I'm afraid ......" Tu Xuanxuan saw a man with a bruised face, sitting on his lap, but with needlepoint-like pupils, he squinted at herself, looking at her a little weak, for fear that the other party would pounce on her at any time and bite her.

"Don't be afraid, whoever dares to mess around, I'll kill him." Qin Kun comforted rudely.

Qin Kun said that, and the conductor suddenly coughed and glared at Qin Kun.

Qin Kun smiled and gave a salute in return, and the conductor found that Qin Kun had a special majesty, and said: "Yin and Yang are mutually beneficial, Yin and Yang are peaceful, young man, don't be rampant." ”

Qin Kun nodded: "It's not crazy, it's just ......"

Qin Kun found that the bruised man beside Tu Xuanxuan just now had to inch in and began to inhale yang qi greedily, Qin Kun was a little dissatisfied, pinched his head and lifted him up.

"Don't you care about this kind of thing?!"